For me, the dividing line between winter and spring isn’t a single date on the calendar – it’s the day that my tulips bloom. And this is what I woke up to this morning. This is what spring is all about. Hope. Growth. Starting fresh. Opening yourself up wide and reaching for the sky.
And with spring, comes the promise of good things to come. In the next few weeks, ramps and asparagus and other spring vegetables. Life at the farmer’s market again. A reason to wake up early on Saturday mornings. Being able to take my dogs for a walk, pushed along by the warm breezes. Outdoor picnics. Oh, how I love spring. It has the ability to lift my winter blues instantly. I wish it could be spring all year.
